tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post7646551732194163136..comments2023-10-14T09:31:41.455-04:00Comments on Metanoetic Poetics: Christmas 1999Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-28281906019511808622011-12-22T12:06:41.123-05:002011-12-22T12:06:41.123-05:00lovely, and full of beautiful images.lovely, and full of beautiful images.Sheilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06541409754494611831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-62075448227733187902011-12-22T09:10:20.759-05:002011-12-22T09:10:20.759-05:00This is a wonderful narrative. I admire the simpl...This is a wonderful narrative. I admire the simplicity, the transparency. It does kindle a fire in the reader. Excellent poem.Steve Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02443657915143883038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-66508194915878592962011-12-21T16:14:48.366-05:002011-12-21T16:14:48.366-05:00Some lovely images here. I don't think you act...Some lovely images here. I don't think you actually need the last line... the penultimate feels like the end, for me. Nice work.Valeriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14148970927473800732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-37802342501818904242011-12-21T15:07:00.630-05:002011-12-21T15:07:00.630-05:00A wonderful story in a poem. I really like "...A wonderful story in a poem. I really like "sang songs so close to the tongue and breath" and the chilren who wanted to "see the path to the moon".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-43994948333513237742011-12-21T11:57:01.589-05:002011-12-21T11:57:01.589-05:00One of your best I've read Charles--that secon...One of your best I've read Charles--that second stanza in particular just sings, but the whole poem asks (and answers just enough) all the right questions of this troubled but also bountiful human season. A very fine poem, in any season.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-46094300347537081422011-12-21T03:22:54.128-05:002011-12-21T03:22:54.128-05:00I like the structure of this poem, the way you bui...I like the structure of this poem, the way you build it within the parentheses of the child born in the cave and ending with sleeping in the moon. Beautiful phrase...songs were wings in the crisp desert air...and like much your thought of children as a gift. Lovely work, Chazzy!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-38378944858607195452011-12-21T00:16:43.377-05:002011-12-21T00:16:43.377-05:00what i like a lot here is the weaving together of ...what i like a lot here is the weaving together of a real story pinned to a greater, unseen story.. framed by the child born in the cave and then sleeping in the moon.. very nicely done charlesClaudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-45096162454417144362011-12-20T22:49:53.278-05:002011-12-20T22:49:53.278-05:00nice...love the storytelling...and the wrap to the...nice...love the storytelling...and the wrap to the child...i was thinking otherwise but love that he lives in the moon...and also the bit of social commentary in there as well...our children are a gift...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com